Saber

I yearned for you,
yet you were the fountain
of yearning.
As the king's guardian
does not flee
but moves toward
the assassin,
so a lover moves
toward this pain
in the heart.
Both wield a saber
whetted by death
and compassion,
that one
made of steel,
this one made
of breath. 


Calligraphy: the Arabic word 'Hu,' mantra for the Heart